If I couldn't tell the random made-in-the-US Filipino guy who just sat next to me a few minutes ago in lab that there was something really annoying worth venting about to him, then I'll share it here.
There was this woman who wasn't homeless because she had a big-ass suitcase as if she were traveling to France for a week. Obviously she was irritating the lab aide because of her nonstop questions about printing and stuff. She was a little on the heavier side, no offense to her, and had quite a noticeable limp. She wore a red shirt, and another colored shirt underneath because of the horrible weather. She wore black pants and tennis shoes, and I could swear she had a beltbag. Her hair wasn't that messy; it was alright.
Everytime she would pass by my computer, she would lean all of her body mass/weight/volume/everything by pushing down on the back of my chair for support I guess. I waited and waited til I could face her and say "Please stop touching my chair. It's really annoying". Just like the feeling you get when you're in the movies or in the plane and somebody is kicking the back of your chair. It was exactly like this.
I didn't have the heart to tell her though because she had a pretty nice smile for an older, limping woman. So I tolerated it every time she would push down my chair. I would turn to my shoulder to anticipate her next passing, and acknowledge the gesture I was sure to come in a few seconds.
at 2:53 PM
